_Seb._ I've heard you both;--Alvarez, have thy wish;--
But thine, Alonzo, thine is too unjust.
I charge thee with my last commands, return,
And bless thy Violante with thy vows.--
Antonio, be thou happy too in thine.
Last, let me swear you all to secrecy;
And, to conceal my shame, conceal my life.
_Dor. Ant. Mor._ We swear to keep it secret.
_Alm._ Now I would speak the last farewell, I cannot.
It would be still farewell a thousand times;
And, multiplied in echoes, still farewell.
I will not speak, but think a thousand thousand.
And be thou silent too, my last Sebastian;
So let us part in the dumb pomp of grief.
My heart's too great, or I would die this moment;
But death, I thank him, in an hour, has made
A mighty journey, and I haste to meet him.
[_She staggers, and her Women hold her up._
_Seb._ Help to support this feeble drooping flower.
This tender sweet, so shaken by the storm;
For these fond arms must thus be stretched in vain,
And never, never must embrace her more.
'Tis past:--my soul goes in that word--farewell.
[ALVAREZ _goes with_ SEBASTIAN _to one end
of the Stage; Women, with_ ALMEYDA, _to
the other:_ DORAX _coming up to_ ANTONIO
_and_ MORAYMA, _who stand on the middle
of the Stage.
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